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Bed ridden

Maybe I just think that cutting ties with all your worth is short notice. And what worries me, is everything. Since your paper walls have kept you trapped, you stay buried in your sheets and it seems collapsed. All the folding and every crease, like waves of s...

Bleed

My fathers on my shoulders, reminding me of who I am, but I’m torn between who I hate more. Is it me or him? Who I hate more, is it me or him. I’m starting to comprehend just what this means to you. Live and bleed we love or die. Too late, now my heart won’t t...

Funeral

Sinking like rocks. Setting like stone. So set on sinking. 

Half asleep

I’m half asleep if you’re half asleep too. Its not where I sleep, its where you lay. To be left alone, my soul decay. I’m half asleep if you’re half asleep. 

Heavy eyes

I can’t find the time that’s passed. Hours lost and broken glass. So sand keeps pouring in every direction my mind has never been. Fill my eyes. Torment me in my dreams, where I survive back through a Markham home where you forgot me. I’m exhausted of racing t...

Like Daisies

If there were flowers in your hair, I’m sure that everything would be better than this. Could you fall without, leaving all these pedals on my wrists? Because I am left to pick them up and throw them to the wind. I can’t keep myself straight in this garden whe...

Nothing gold

I’ve been there before, chasing the paint as it falls to the goddamn floor. It all keeps reminding me. It’s all gold, hanging on to every bit of breath that I have saved. I’m begging to feel it change the way that I speak, to say the least. So haunt me why don...

Once in a while

Fall windows fade like old stained glass, when colours drain in black and white for winter days. This sickness flies by my head on most days, but once in a while I let it pull me away. Where shimmer is as silver does. Where home wasn’t a house but it was the s...

Spun

Push you a little harder so you can feel tonight. And the hurt from your whisper changes the way you think your life’s alright. Stay awake. Just stay. Awake I am a gun. Inside my brain I am no fun. Like bullets to my head again, I am a drug. I am your friend....

Trip

Talking around in way that makes me think it’s all for show but I know you’re pressured. Yeah I know you’re pressured. And they’ll make it seem, I’m frowning upon the person you’re trying to be. It doesn’t mean a thing to me. Caught tripping over your two feet...